Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This chapter is UNBETA-ED

Chapter Two

The next morning, Draco went to the Great Hall earlier than usual in anticipation of his perfect plan. He planned to humiliate Potter thoroughly in front of the whole school, especially Dumbledore and the Gryffindors. Let them know that their perfect golden boy was not so golden after all and was nothing but a whore who got himself pregnant.

He ate his toast slowly, waiting for Saint Potter's arrival while listening to Pansy bitch about the Gryffindor girls. Draco found himself looking at the door more frequently as it got later. Every time the Great Hall door opens, he hoped that it would be Harry, messy haired and tie hung loosely around his neck.

Suddenly the Great Hall door opened and a huge bunch of Gryffindors walked in. Draco half expected to see Harry walking in laughing with his friends and pretending nothing happened. He was greatly disappointed to see that Harry was not one of them. There was the Weasel and the mudblood but no sign of Harry at all.

Draco observed their movement carefully and found that they seemed tired and sad today. There was also a hint of worried on the two members of the Golden Trio's face. Their footsteps were heavier than usual and their idiotic grins were gone, replaced by a frown that could have rivaled Professor McGonagall's.

Draco continued to observe them quietly. There was no laughter at the Gryffindor table this morning and Harry was-

"Drakiepoo, why are you so interested in the lions this morning?" Pansy asked in her sickeningly sweet voice.

"Parkinson, please refrain from using that ridiculous name and what or whom I'm interested in is none of your business," answered Draco harshly.

Pansy shut up immediately after that. She wouldn't want to be on Draco's bad side but unknown to her, she already was in Draco's black list. Just when Draco was going to further stare at them, Blaise leaned over.

"Draco, notice anything weird about the Gryffindorks today?" Blaise asked quietly.

"Other than the absence of Potter, I don't see anything unusual," Draco replied neutrally to prevent Blaise from suspecting something was wrong. "What do you think then?"

"I don't know… But somehow they looked-."

"Worried," Draco completed the sentence for Blaise and Blaise in turn was nodding in agreement with Draco's choice of words.

Pansy sighed and rested her head in her hands. I wonder what they are up to this time. More Potter humiliating plan I suppose. Too bad I can't join in or I could help them with the juicy information that I could get hold of.

-

Draco's mood worsened considerably when Harry still didn't show up during lunch. He had not been paying attention in class that morning because he expected Harry to burst through the classroom door halfway through the lesson but that did not happen. Bloody coward! Too afraid to show his face? Draco thought nastily.

Draco was so deep into his thoughts that he jumped slightly when Blaise poked him in the ribs. "What the fuck did you do that for?" Draco snapped at Blaise who was grinning sheepishly.

Blaise's expression turned serious suddenly and he said softly, "Hey, I heard something happened to Dumbledore's favorite boy."

Draco's anger disappeared immediately and he asked, "What happened?", not even bothering to conceal his concern for the raven haired teen.

"It seems he fell down last night."

Harry fell down last night? It couldn't be… He was in my bloody room until- Unless…

"Dumbledore found him at the bottom of the head boy's stairs. What was he doing there anyway? Trying to spy on you I suppose."

Draco's heart nearly stopped beating when he heard that. Dumbledore found Harry at the bottom of his staircase. That means Harry must have fell down right after their quarrel and breakup. He must be gravely injured then, considering the height of the staircase. What if he's dead now? I won't forgive myself. Why was he so clumsy? Why-

"Draco? Draco? Are you alright?"

Draco willed his guilt away, put on a calm expression and said, "Yes. I'm done, you continue eating."

Draco stood up slowly and walked towards the door confidently, with his chin in the air. Blaise looked at Draco's sudden departure and shrugged, completely unaware of his friend's worries.

-

Dumbledore was sitting beside Harry's bed in a comfortable armchair that he transfigured from one of the ugly wooden stools in the hospital wing. He looked at Harry sadly and wondered why everything bad always happens to Harry. The poor boy had so many burdens on his shoulders.

Harry was still very pale and a light sheen of sweat was on his forehead. His body was covered in bruises from last night's fall and he was tossing and turning in his sleep. Harry was also mumbling unintelligible words constantly although he was supposed to be in a coma.

Madam Pomfrey came in suddenly and said, "Poor boy, concussion."

"When will he wake up?"

"One cannot be sure with magical coma. His body is shut down but his mind is still working. That's why he kept mumbling although he couldn't wake up. His body is using his magic to keep him alive. Last night was quite a bad fall, it's a miracle he's still alive."

Dumbledore nodded grimly and said, "Where did the blood come from then? There was no cut on his body."

"Um- Actually I found out something when I did a full check up on him this morning."

"Can you tell me, Poppy?"

"Of course, Professor! Harry Potter is pregnant."

"Surely not?" Dumbledore said. One part of him couldn't believe it but another part of him knew that Poppy was right.

"I'm certain about that. He is two months along now."

"The baby?"

"Fortunately still alive but very weak. It was a wonder that it survived after the fall, most babies don't, you know? Looks like Potter's child will be as tough as its father," she said affectionately. Poppy always had a soft spot for Harry. The boy was so small for his age and troubles always find him. For someone so famous, Harry was not proud at all. Instead, he was always grateful and polite to her for healing him.

"I see. Poppy, please take good care of him and alert me when he wakes up."

"Certainly, headmaster."

-

Draco headed for the hospital wing immediately after he heard of Harry's unfortunate fall. He planned to skip the afternoon's lessons since he was sure he couldn't concentrate, not with his inner voice nagging at him all the time. Furthermore, he was the head boy and head boy has special privileges, including skipping class once in a while."Concussion… fell down…"

-

Harry opened his eyes groggily as he heard the words. He shut his eyes immediately and regretted opening his eyes as he was not used to the light after being in the darkness for so long. He let out a groan and the talking stopped. Then Harry heard hurried footsteps coming from the other side of the room.

"Mr. Potter, are you awake?"

Harry recognized the voice as Madam Pomfrey without opening his eyes. So I must be in the hospital wing then, he thought. Harry gave Madam Pomfrey a weak nod and attempted to open his eyes again. He succeeded but his vision was so blur without his glasses so he was only able to make out the outline of the nurse.

Seeing Harry's unfocused gaze, Madam Pomfrey handed Harry his glasses which he gratefully accepted. After that, Harry tried to sit up but a sharp pain came from his head and Harry winced.

"Concussion, Mr. Potter"

"Oh…" was all Harry could say.

"Wait."

Madam Pomfrey came back with a bubbling cup of potion to ease Harry's headache. The potion was a disgusting moldy green and it was emitting green gas that looked poisonous and smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs and smelly feet. Harry scrunched up his nose in disgust and Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern disapproving look, as though daring him to protest.

Sighing, Harry gulped the potion down as fast as he could but he still sputtered as the slimy potion slowly trailed down his throat. The unpleasant taste remained in Harry's mouth after the potion has been downed and Harry was trying to ignore that taste while smiling at Madam Pomfrey but he was failing miserably.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head as she took the cup from Harry. "I'm going to inform Professor Dumbledore now. Try not to move about so much or it will worsen your condition," she warned and turned to leave.

Harry tried to remember what happened when he fell down but all he could remember was some hazy vision of himself descending the stairs and crying at the same time. Why was I crying? Harry thought and then he remembered. I broke up with Draco… Or should it be Malfoy now?

-

Dumbledore chose that moment to enter the ward. The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was gone. The eyes behind the half-moon glasses looked wise and knowing and he was looking very serious. This made him look much older than he really was. But when he saw Harry, he smiled kindly and touched Harry's bandaged arm affectionately as he sat down in the armchair.

"Dear boy, what happened?"

Harry almost rolled his eyes at the kind Professor. Oh no, nothing important happened. Just that I let Draco Malfoy fuck me for the past year and now lucky me is pregnant. And we just broke up because the shitter didn't want anything to do with either me or the baby. I fell down from the stairs and my baby is probably dead now.

But of course he couldn't say that. Instead, he said simply, "I fell down, Professor."

"Okay, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes. A bit sore but I think that's all."

"It is very fortunate that you're not gravely injured. However, I want you to stay here for another day or two so that Madam Pomfrey can monitor your condition."

Harry tried to protest but Dumbledore insisted. Dumbledore stayed for a while to talked to Harry but surprisingly Dumbledore didn't mention about the baby, not even once. Maybe he doesn't know…

Before he left, he asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me, Harry?"

He was greatly disappointed when Harry shook his head and said simply, "No, Professor Dumbledore."

"Very well then. Just know that if you ever need help, we're here to help you."

After Professor Dumbledore said that, he gave Harry a look and Harry was instantly sure that the headmaster knew about him being pregnant.

Harry's heart sank and he nodded weakly.

"Goodbye, Harry."

"Bye, Professor."

A/N: Hi all... sorry for the long delay... actually i have bad news for all of you... i have mental block and i can't think of anything to write for The Biggest Lie... but i'll try to finish chapter 12 as soon as possible... please don't hate me... good news! chapter 3 is ready but not beta-ed yet so hang in there!

I wanna thank:

Ayane - my loving beta and friend. thank you so much!

DidgeDemon, redfox13,epilepticdraco, lani-david, kaikiki and all those who reviewed! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Please review ok? i love reviews!

Till next time then...